He liked Clyrissa. She was a cock-hungry female if there ever was one. At 5'5", she had platinum blonde dyed hair, big tits, and a tight waist. She was a hot lay. But the best thing about her - the thing that stiffened his cock whenever he saw her was the fact that she was 53 years old. Something about that fact really got him going. After contemplating on it for several hours one night he decided it was that maybe she was supposed to know better, as an older and mature person, that she was supposed to be some kind of moral guide for him but instead...chose to fuck him.
Clyrissa was a prostitute. Lon had been seeing her for eight months and still loved it. Though he always paid her a good price and left a tip their relationship had progressed past the normal whore/john stereotypes and had approached something resembling a true friendship. She mothered him...cooking dinner and cleaning his clothes...and then she'd fuck him. Lon loved it.....it was all he wanted during that period of his young life. He trusted Clyrissa and nearly felt he loved her - but in what way he was not sure.
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"Hey Cly...feeling hot?" Lon reached toward her as they paired up and headed toward her secluded flat below street level. He marveled at her rich curves and mature smile savoring the lusty looks passers by threw at them. His hard-on always started just after seeing her and looking into those eyes - those sweet older eyes...slightly wrinkled at the edges, mouth still curving in a sexy twist at the ends. They passed two figures in trench coats eyeing them from the darkness and headed into Cly's apartment. Clyrissa looked back nervously for just a second - like a surfacing periscope....searching for the enemy.
Cly pushed her tight, leather skirt slowly off while Lon sat naked on the end of the bed. He stared, transfixed in her eyes as she continued to undress, his cock growing with each pump of his heart. Cly looked nervous tonight. Lon had no idea why - she was usually so calm, so friendly and open. He started to probe with questions while she slowly unrolled her stockings, flicking her tongue quickly out like a snake. Lon panned across the room while he worded his phrases and they rested his eyes on a bowl of apples in the midst of her table. "what's wrong?"...."why so tense.?..."
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